Emma
In a city of neon and jazz, two strangers spark a forbidden dance that burns too close to the edge.
Emma: Prologue The city’s a beast, its neon heart throbbing with secrets that claw at my edges. I’m Claire, forty-five, a textile empire’s polished queen, but tonight I’m a runaway, heels clicking on rain-slick streets, chasing a spark to burn my sterile life to ash. A crimson sign—The Velvet Siren—winks through the haze, jazz seeping from its door like a lover’s breath. I hesitate at the threshold, the humid night air cl...